EDIT - I was very angry when I wrote this. It will remain unedited
as a testament to my mania.

I'm just a crackwhore. A shallow, fickle,
worthless product of the blank generation and I'm loving every
goddamn second of it. Id like to meet an intellectual bimbo in ruby red ruby shoes,
to keep me from loneliness in my drug bubble.

I am the centre of the fucking universe.

"A foolish woman is noisy; She is wanton and knows no shame: the
smooth tongue of the Adventuress will snare you. A Harlot may be
hired for a loaf of bread, She stalks a man`s very life and when
you enter her doorway remember her house is on the way to death and
her guests are in the depths of hell" (Proverbs 9:13)

Trying to be less wretched. Starting a psuedo-Davidian cult
probably based around flamingos that will hurtle towards
apocalyptian mass suicide. Attempting to accumulte a massive amount
of dollar. Getting that glimmery look. Occasionally allowing people
to penetrate me. Stopping stalking. Making rumours.

"I wonder why the schools don't teach anything useful these days,
like how to fall from grace, and slide with elegance from a
pedestal I never asked to be put on in the first place," - Marianne
Faithfull.